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Chapter 4:

(Zac's POV)

She had walked down the side of the beach with me for the a couple of hours talking about each other, watching the sun go down and the moon come out and it was nice to know someone who didn't know who I was, and if she did she wasn't letting it on.

"So what do you do for a living?" She asked shoving her sleeves up her arms.

"I'm an actor, I do a little modelling too but mostly act." I said nervously for some reason. Why was I acting so nervous?

"Been in anything I've heard of?" She asked glancing at me.

"Some things. We are friends, Charlie St. Cloud, The lucky one, Bad neighbours." I said naming a few, trying to avoid the high school musical stuff, telling girls that from previous experiences has led to me dating a few of the crazy ones.

"I've seen some of them ... holy crap you're Zac Efron." She said clicking on, it wasn't as if she said it in a fan girl way, it was more like she was happy that she knew that and not that fact that was talking to me.

"Yeah." I muttered.

"It must be weird to live the life you do, must be strange." She stated. She stopped and took off her shoes and socks randomly as I spoke.

"It's not weird. It's not normal but its strange yes. What are you doing?" I asked watching her jump into the sand like a kid. She was a major distraction when talking to her, but it was a good distraction.

"Embracing my surroundings." She said laughing.

"I never caught you're name." I said walking into the sand as we began to take steps towards the ocean.

"It's Sophia. But everyone calls me Soph." She answered walking backwards so we could look at each other as we spoke.

"I like it." I said. Suddenly, she tripped on a rock as was about to go back into the water, but I luckily caught her in time, taking a hold of her hand and pulling her back to my chest. Her palms pressed against my chest as we took quick and brief glances into each other's eyes, both laughing a little at her unco-ordination. I could feel a small inkling of a connection that came from nowhere, she must have noticed because she started to blush.

"Good reflexes." She commented as she took a step back onto the rock, raising her height to try and hide the fact that she was blushing.

"So what do you do for a living?" I asked wanting to know more about the mystery woman.

"I'm a Journalist." She stated. She's a journalist? Well this changes things.

"I'm kidding! God your face was a picture, no I'm a real-estate agent." She said quickly jumping off the rock into the water creating a small splash. Her laugh was infectious and I was so grateful she was only kidding about being a journalist but I would never pick her as a real-estate agent, she doesn't seem like that kind of person.

"Really? You don't look like someone who would do that?" I commented taking of my flipflops as we sunk our feet into the water.

"Yeah well I didn't want to get into the government like my sister and my dad did and It kind of just fell on me when I needed a job in University." She explained picking up shells  from the beach, putting them in her front pocket of her dungarees. 

"Back in England?" I asked referring to her accent.

"Yeah back in England." She stated looking up from the shore to look out into the further.

"Do you know the time? Back in England I mean? Can you find out?" She asked as I watched her. Her hair flying in front of her face as she turned to ask me. It was a bit of a weird request but I guess she must have been feeling home sick or something. I got my phone out of my pocket and checked the time.  Wow was it already 11:34 PM already? I looked up the time and saw that it was 7:34 am in the morning over there.

"It's seven thirty four in the morning." I answered putting my phone back in my pocket.

"I guess I should be heading back." She said confusing me. Heading back to England? This late? 

"Wait you're going back?" I asked as she walked away back to the beach.

"Yep. I guess I am." She replied just as I was catching up with here.

"To England?" I asked rushing to her side. For some reason, there was a part inside of me not wanting her to go, I wanted to get to know more about her, to hang out with her more.

"Yep." She answered looking around on the beach taking it in one last time.

"Do you have a number I can contact you on ... or something?" I asked nervously again like a teenager asking his high school crush. What is wrong with me? I really needed to stop stuttering in front of her, it's getting embarrassing.

"Is Zac Efron asking for my number?" She asked a little sarcastically making me a little confused. She nodded before she spoke.

"Yeah I do, but you're going to have to get used to British humour you know?" She carried on as I took my phone out. I made her a contact page and handed her the phone to add in her number which she accepted. 

"There you go." She said handing my phone back, looking into my eyes quickly before  looking elsewhere. 

"Will I see you again?" She asked putting her shoes back on, brushing away the sand from her feet. 

"I hope so." I commented catching her quickly before she lost her balance again. She giggled at her unco-ordination again. I didn't realise that I was holding onto both of her eyes holding them both up to our chests that were close together. We were in our weird world filled with a feeling I'd never felt before. That was until she turned around and walked away in the distance not turning back. 

Who was that girl?